Go home.
Love’s been heavy.
Glory is loaded
with lead and loneliness.
Go find your dinner table.
Use the salt shaker
by the candlelight.
Don’t fret about being a hero.
Be a Sunday in your place.
Find a broken mixer to fix it.
You’re already a 10.
Life ain’t easy.
So, go easy on yourself.
Visit your fireplace.
Burn your disasters.
Be unburdened.
At times, lazy.
It’s allowed.
And sleep with the
Sun in your mind.
Throw away your phone.
Place your nightmares
behind the curtains.
Let it drop anguish like
droplets from a wet umbrella.
Close your eyes
and be home.
Your breaths are
someone’s prayers answered.
So, go. Run home .
You’re always needed
without any condition,
without any reason.
Go back.
May you find
those melting arms.
©kanikachugh